Title: Temptation
Author: Katail(saba27@aol.com)
Date: November 1999
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None.  
Author's Note: Inspired by Te's "Spotlight".  Beta credits go to the
fabulous Jill Sylvan.  Any mistakes are mine.  Also, this is Part I of
the Lost Souls series, but can be read as a stand-alone just fine. Takes
place sometime after XF episode "Tunguska" and before DS episode "Burning
Down the House." 

Disclaimer: Alex and Fox belong to CC and 1013, but he never gives them
any fun. I borrowed Ray and Stella from Alliance, and I promise to give
them back eventually. 

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	Ray's T-shirt clung to him with sweat.	The cold plaster wall of
the
cheap motel room, soothing to his hot face, provided a focus against
the supple, muscular body pressing into his back.  Ray grunted as quick
fingers prepared him.  Rough, but not frenzied.  There was anger here,
and Ray reveled in it.	He was moaning and pushing back against the
intrusion.
Anger, yes, that was okay.  No sweet kisses and gentle caresses.  That
only reminded him of Stella, his wife -- ex-wife soon.	The divorce was
happening, but he did not want to think about that, about her. That was
why he went out tonight. Left his hotel room, and cruised the bars. 

The alternative was to drink himself into oblivion and possibly start
a fight. He would strike out at strangers, because he could not hit
himself.
He learned the folly in that action a few years back. 

This was far, far better. Sex. Not with women- that would only be a
substitute
for Stella. And it could not be soft loving touches, either.  No. Sex.
Raw. Hard.  It was the only thing keeping him alive, reminding him that
he was alive, as he puzzled through his misery and despair over Stella
leaving. Stella was leaving him. Leaving. No. Making him leave, because
he was the fuck-up. Not her. 

Ray pushed himself back from the wall and shook his head. He did not
want to think about that. He just wanted to fuck. 

"Fuck me, " he rasped. 

A hot lick along his neck was the answer. Then a sharp jolt of pain as
he was entered. Quick . Hard. Yes. Ray cried out as the stranger thrust
forward all the way. He was pushed back into the wall. Now there was
fiery, short panting behind his ear, on his neck.  Metal zipper teeth
scraped and bit into his thighs. A strong arm reached around him, pushing
up his shirt, gripping them close.  

"Fuck. Yeah. Oh, yeah," he moaned.  The stranger pulled them back a few
inches, enough for Ray to brace his arms. 

He did not even know the guy's name. The man barely spoke since they
met on the dance floor, and when he had, the words were drowned in the
pulsing crystal meth of music.	It was the smile-- wicked and cruel--
that caught Ray's attention.  He saw the man dancing in the crowd, eyes
closed, head back, and grinning like a tiger.  He moved with animal grace
and the assurance of a hunter.	From that moment Ray wanted him.  Ray
sidled up and smiled, staring a challenge into deep green eyes.  He knew
the man was pure predator.  Cop instincts fared up.  Danger. Bad guy.
Really bad. Do not fuck with this one, Ray.  Oh, but he wanted that wicked
smile.	He wanted to feel this tiger's jaws on his throat.  The temptation
was too great.	Ray closed his eyes and offered himself up.  

Here again, they were plastered together, but now Ray had this wonderful,
thick cock shoved up his ass, and he could barely remember his own name
as the stranger shoved into him again and again.  A slow rhythmic pace.
Long hard thrusts.  Each one angled along Ray's prostate making him beg
for more as he twisted and writhed to impale himself further.  The rough
hand under his shirt reached and grasped an already hardened nipple,
and twisted it cruelly.  Ray gasped.  His cock throbbed.  He wanted to
come.  For the first time ever, he might come without touching his dick.

The man shifted.  Tongue along his ear.  A harsh, whiskey-rough voice
growled,  "You can touch yourself now. I want to feel you come." 

Permission?! The cop buried down inside Ray raged, but the mewling,
panting,
creature with the broken heart that Ray had become, thrilled at the
commanding
voice.	Ray brought his right arm down and realized that the guy's other
arm, the stiff one, was helping to hold their weight.  Ray's hand brushed
across the spongy, wet head of his cock, and he groaned.  The stranger
sucked in his earlobe and drove into his ass faster, harder.  Ray matched
the pace with his hand, stroking down his cock, giving his aching sex
the attention it demanded to bring him, up, up, higher, higher. Exquisite
pleasure. Blinding, gratifying fire filling his ass. A sudden sharp pain
as the man bit into his ear.  Then Ray was shouting to the wall, to God,
to the demon with the angelic face behind him.	Cum spurted out over
his hand.  His body was clenched in a vise like grip as they rode out
the furious wave of orgasm together. 

Ray slumped against the blessed, filthy wall.  Somehow, the man had held
him up.  Ray could hear the heavy breathing in his ragged, bleeding ear.
He felt the sweat licked up off his neck.  He was numb. This moment
existed
and nothing else. The man's softening penis was pulled from his ass,
but he could not even voice a complaint.  He doubted if he could even
walk.  A smile lit up his face.  He had chosen well tonight.  This man
was dangerous, but worth the risk.  Ray rolled his head and turned to
face his companion.  

Same height. Mink brown hair.  Ray remembered the feel of the short,
wet strands on the back of that strong neck.  Green, long-lashed eyes
that laughed at him.  Sharp, white teeth in a cruel, beautiful smile.
Ray pulled up his jeans, and stepped forward to run his fingers over
the soft, bow lips, along the strong jaw, and down the silky pale neck.
He was petting the beast, taking the chance that his hand might be bitten
off.  

"I can't stay," the man said with a rough, deep voice. 

"I know," Ray answered and he glanced up into the narrowed green eyes.
A flick of pink tongue over the bowed lips caused Ray to think about
his injured ear again.	He was hurting all over, his ear, his ass, his
bruised mouth, but the pain on the inside, the savaged tatters of his
heart, was gone for the moment.  None of the others had done that--had
driven him outside of his personal ball of misery for longer than it
took the orgasm to end.  How could he find that again?	How did one hold
onto a wild animal without getting killed?  He raised his eyes back up.
The stranger looked ready to bolt.  The lashes were lowered, concealing
the soul within.  The great cat hid.  

"What's yer name?" Ray asked.

"Nick" Alex lied, and he looked away quickly enough for Ray to understand.

"Okay then, Nick. I guess there ain't no better way ta say this than
ta say it.  I wanna see ya again." 

Ray held his breath as 'Nick' focused on him again.  He felt a thrill
run through his body.  A demon was staring at him with all the promises
of hell, and Ray's heart beat in panicked desire.  His tired cock twitched
and he licked his dry lips.  Suddenly, a brilliant smile lit across the
man's face.  For a split second, Ray thought 'Nick' would kill him. 
Quick shot from the gun that still sat in its black holster.  

Then he answered, "I travel a lot. Give me your number, and I'll call
next time I'm in town." 

Under ordinary circumstances, Ray would have seen that statement as a
brush off, but he knew that this man did not play those sort of games.
Ray nodded.  He stiffly walked over to the chipped dresser, and snatching
up a plain notepad, he scribbled out his cell phone number.   

Alex gazed past his lashes at the lean effervescent man handing him a
slip of paper.	This was dangerous. Stupid. He only wanted a taste, and
he was about to accept the whole plate. 

 Oh, but what a satisfying meal! 

 Alex stalked into Ray's personal space.  The musky smell of sex and
sweat filling the room overwhelmed his sense of caution.  Alex pounced,
ignoring Ray's nervous, energy-containing twitches, and captured that
little red mouth with bruising force.  Ray staggered as he was released,
his eyes filled with apprehension.  Alex stepped back and studied the
agile blonde once more before he left. He deliberately let humor show
on his face, and Ray responded with that dazzling fuck me smile that
had lured Alex in the first place.  Alex turned and slipped out the door.

He no longer wondered why Fox had fallen into this man's arms for a brief
time.  Ray definitely had magnetism.  Alex looked at the white strip
of hotel paper crumpled in his hand.  Maybe it would be useful.  He
refolded
the paper neatly into his pocket.  Chicago made a convenient city to
hide in, when needed, and Ray would make a fiercely entertaining
diversion.